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The words came out before he could stop them. “I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart.”
“He’s thirteen years old,” said Damen, and found himself subjected to Laurent’s long-lidded gaze. “Is there anyone at this court who isn’t my enemy?” “Not if I can help it,” Laurent said.
In the stretched-out moment that followed, Damen thought explicitly about killing him.
“Yes, apparently I have fucked my enemy, conspired against my future interests, and colluded in my own murder. I can’t wait to see what feats I will perform next.”
“Pity,” said Laurent, in an indulgent tone. “You should have taken your pleasure while you had the chance. I am going to lock you up so tightly you won’t be able to breathe, let alone inconvenience me like this again.” “Of course,” said Damen, in a different voice. “I told you you shouldn’t thank me,” said Laurent.
